[She smiles when Ashlyn joins her. Company doesn't always chase the blues away. And she feels bad asking for it. She's afraid the rot will seep out of her, leech into the youthful skin and sallow it. Maybe she's just being paranoid.
Why would we, when you're not morbid at all? [Kidding. She tries again, smiling if weary.] I've found sometimes these nasty sayings disappear after a little confessional.
Are you okay with having yours hang on? Because you don't have to say anything. I already know shit's been tough for you, Ashlyn. I'm here if you need me, and I'm gone if you don't.
Well. If you guess, then I guess you can ask things too.
[Camille smiles grimly. There's not much great to talk about here, but she doesn't want the girl to hold it all in. If that means shaving off a few slices of her own skin, so be it.]
What do you think is your fault? Was it to do with being kidnapped?
[This feels somehow more loaded to talk about than alluding to her family of killers. Maybe because most people are more likely to become an alcoholic than a murderer.]
No. I've been sober for a year.
[Booze and razors both. Men were off the table so far. She didn't go out looking too often. They usually found her, drawn by the scent of blood and low self-esteem.
Less of that in her life now that she's not haunting bars or meandering at 3am.]
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Then keep me company while I am.
[She smiles when Ashlyn joins her. Company doesn't always chase the blues away. And she feels bad asking for it. She's afraid the rot will seep out of her, leech into the youthful skin and sallow it. Maybe she's just being paranoid.
Maybe she's seeing a pattern.]
Want to talk about it?
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[ is she being avoidant or does she simply not realize camille is probably talking about the tattoos. who's to say. could go either way. ]
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Why would we, when you're not morbid at all? [Kidding. She tries again, smiling if weary.] I've found sometimes these nasty sayings disappear after a little confessional.
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Are you okay with having yours hang on? Because you don't have to say anything. I already know shit's been tough for you, Ashlyn. I'm here if you need me, and I'm gone if you don't.
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[ it's more that it gets other people asking questions which means talking about it, but. well. she wants to be mature and reasonable so. ]
If you want to ask something, you can, I guess?
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[Camille smiles grimly. There's not much great to talk about here, but she doesn't want the girl to hold it all in. If that means shaving off a few slices of her own skin, so be it.]
What do you think is your fault? Was it to do with being kidnapped?
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[ ........ anyway: ] What's wrong with your family?
[ jesus christ ]
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[or is she the reason they're stuck in the first place?
In spite of all goodwill Camille does tense at the demand. Her eyes dart to her feet, a lock of hair falls to lay shadows over her face.]
There's a kind of sickness in it, I guess. None of us turned out right in the head, though maybe in different ways.
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[ and... oh. hm. she does not know enough about mental health to offer anything meaningful. ]
Is it the kind of thing there's treatment for?
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[But wow, what a question. Camille huffs, mirthless, bearing a bitter grin.]
Well, we'll have to see what the prison therapists have to say.
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Prison? For who? [ a family member? herself??? ]
Whoops spoilers?? Both above and below
My mother and my sister.
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also ash continues to be. very tactless. ]
What did they do?
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Camille is very still. Wanting very badly to have a cigarette in hand or a drink in front of her. Both.]
Hurt people.
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yeah there are only so many answers that question was going to get. this time ashlyn does hesitate a little bit. ]
Well... Have you?
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Not any criminal way. Social faux pas maybe.
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You're fine. Quiet, but nothing wrong with that.
Let's just say I dealt with it in a lot of shitty ways and leave it at that.
[She's a big girl. She's read the profiles. Ashlyn can connect a few dots on her own time.]
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but can she connect the dots. who's to say. ]
Do you still?
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No. I've been sober for a year.
[Booze and razors both. Men were off the table so far. She didn't go out looking too often. They usually found her, drawn by the scent of blood and low self-esteem.
Less of that in her life now that she's not haunting bars or meandering at 3am.]
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or even offer the right words. she is just never going to be good at that. ]
Good job.
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Smart ass.
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